Krenko's Command

The battlefield is my realm

Here I roam and conjure fire

Green skinned and evil, my people

They bear my standard high

Throw your fire, conjure higher

Driven forward by the mana in my hand

I command and they obey

In the shadow of the mountain

As we forge our evil path

All will die underneath our swords

They say “we are the horde”

We are the horde

We serve the Lord

Our bodies rotting on your blades

We are the horde

We serve the Lord

Your bodies rotting on our blades

The battlefield is my realm

Here I roam and conjure fire

Green skinned and evil, my people

They bear my standard high

We are the horde

We are the horde

We are the horde